Peiling felt that his heartbeat was speeding up uncontrollably. He looked around calmly, glanced at the eight famous furnaces that were still holding his breath, and always felt that he had forgotten something?

I can't think of it anymore, but there is an inexplicable idea in my mind for no reason: at the critical moment, take out the female corpse in the storage bag to save my life.

Female corpse?

Save your life?

Pei Ling frowned, what a mess...

There are still two female corpses in his storage bag. One of them is unidentified, and the other one is Su Zhentian's disciple.

And Su Zhentian’s true biography, Qiao Ciguang, stayed in the ocean during this period of time, just to avenge his fellow students!

So take out the female corpse at the critical moment, let alone save your life, it's not bad if you don't press your life.

Shaking his head, Pei Ling decided to continue the plan just now, so he ordered: "You stay here and guard the house, I'll go out."

"Master..." The furnace tripods were waiting to speak. Seeing that Pei Ling's complexion was slightly dark, they didn't dare to get entangled, and just said: "Yes!"

Pei Ling got up, tidied up her robes, and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital door, he noticed that someone was staring at him in the dark.

Pei Ling's expression hasn't changed much, he has already recognized that it is the aura of those casual cultivators. Most of them are Sanxiu who feared the name of Tianshengjiao and sent people over to observe his every move.

Right now, he still had important things to do, so he ignored the casual cultivators, saw a villager passing by, and walked over directly: "This old man, dare you ask where the village chief is?"

The villager stood still and sighed, "The son has been away for too long, so why have he forgotten such a thing?"

Then he pointed him a direction, "Go over there. There are seven pines and cypresses in front of the door."

"Thank you, old man." After Peiling thanked him, he went as he said.

After a while, he really saw seven tall pines and cypresses. Behind the pines and cypresses, there was a rather solemn mansion built.

It is tall and majestic, and there is a carved stone lion guard at the door, but the stone lion seems to be old and has a strange shape.

In general, this mansion is very incompatible with the surrounding cottages.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you can't imagine that there is such a deep house in such a village.

He observed the surroundings and then knocked on the door.

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Catalpa Village.

Right in front of a house next to the river, there was a bald, stone-built yard all around, but the chest was high, standing outside the yard, you can directly see the situation in the yard.

At this moment, there was no one in the courtyard, but some firewood and the like were scattered.

Qiao Ciguang swam around and knocked on the courtyard door.

After a while, an old man with white hair and white beard walked out of the house. He was wearing relatively new short brown, with mans shoes, and holding a half-knitted hemp rope.

Standing under the eaves, across the simple gate, after seeing Qiao Ciguang, the old man's expression changed slightly, and he immediately returned to normal. He walked over and opened the door, and said kindly, "I am the village chief of Zi Village, a foreigner, what's the matter? ?"

Although his face changed in an instant, and he quickly covered it up, Qiao Ciguang was so innocent, and any subtle movements could not escape her eyes.

This old man must know something!

Thinking of this, Qiao Ciguang bowed and said calmly: "I came from a long distance, and I was grateful for borrowing from Guicun, so I came to offer a little bit of heart."

While talking, she reached into the storage bag, randomly found a piece of ore, used the five elements to change it, and turned it into gold, and then took it out and sent it to the old man, "Where you are disturbing, please call Lao Zhang Haihan."

Seeing Qiao Ciguang take out a piece of shiny gold, the old man frowned first, then squinted his eyes for a long time before recognizing it was gold.

He immediately shook his head and said: "Our village is remote, and the caravan has not been here for a long time. Normally, the village is bartering things. Although gold is good, it is useless for me to wait. Girl's mind, little old man Erxinling, this piece of gold is still taken back."

Hearing this, Qiao Ciguang squinted slightly.

This old man has grown in years, and he almost doesn't even recognize gold. If he wants to come to this entire village, he has been isolated from the world for a long time.

So she put away the gold and said sincerely: "We came from far away, and we carry a lot for the road. If the old man is willing, we can trade with you like a caravan, but don't know, what do you need?"

"The village has always been self-sufficient, and there is nothing short of it." The old man groaned a little before saying, "At most, I will give the children some snack toys."

"However, there is a funeral right now, but everything is missing..."

"The most missing thing right now is the drummer."

"But I think the girls are well-dressed, and they must be nobles. They can't condescend to be noble and do such a humble job, alas..."

Qiao Ciguang took advantage of the situation and asked: "When I entered the village, I heard that your village will hold a funeral tomorrow. According to the customs of our hometown, we should also go out and get annoyed, but we don’t know who the victim is and what will happen when we go. statement?"

"It's the old Xu's house in front." The old man sighed and said, "The old Xu's is young...and it's unexpected. They won the lottery this time."

Draw?

Qiao Ci's complexion changed, and he immediately asked, "Draw?"

"This is the rule uploaded by the ancestors." The old man said slowly, "The funeral of whose house is drawn by lot."

"Dare to ask, when will the lottery be drawn? How will the lottery be drawn?" Qiao Ciguang asked in a deep voice, "If no one has passed away in the house drawn, what will happen?"

The old man answered the wrong question: "I think there are many young girls who are accompanying the girl, but someone is willing to help out for funerals? Although our village has no money to pay for it, there are some rituals to talk about."

Qiao Ciguang's thoughts turned and said: "If the old man is willing to answer my question, I will discuss with my companions and help you, how about it?"

Hearing this, the old man simply shut his mouth and said nothing, just shook his head.

Qiao Ciguang asked for a long while to no avail, so he had to change the question: "Dare to ask when Zi Cun settled here? Why did the ancestors pass down the rules of drawing lots for funerals?"

Seeing that the old man still shook her head and said nothing, she frowned and continued, "What do the rules in the village mean?"

This time, the old man finally spoke, his eyes darkened, and he said word by word: "This is also uploaded by the ancestor. If it is violated, the curse will come."

……As Qiao Ciguang was talking with the old man, Shi Wanli was already asking questions, and he came to the door of the old Xu's house that the villagers said.

A piece of white cloth was hung on the door of this family.

What made Shi Wanli look at was the spring festival couplets on the door of this house. Although they were also green, they were extraordinarily bright, as if they were just pasted on, and they were a little out of tune with the people around them.

The couplets were supposed to be posted in the twelfth lunar month, but they would be replaced on New Year's Eve if they were more careful.

Regardless of the type, normally speaking, the depreciation of Spring Festival couplets in a village should be about the same...

What's the situation with this family?

Shi Wanli groaned, stepped forward, and knocked on the door.

For a moment, no one answered.

After hesitating for a while, Shi Wanli looked around and saw no one passing by. He took a step back and let out a light breath. The door that was originally closed opened silently.

He swept his gaze and confirmed that there was no one in the house, so he quickly stepped inside, with a backhand gesture, and the door closed again.